March 24, 2008
*heart heart* Jess
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catalyst to cosmic-crystalization? or disassociating diversion? both? neither?
children of breath...
Fri, October 30, 2009 - 12:01 PM
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you are my fingers and in you i find myself. i have gone far from your sight but i will warm your graves. i am the joy that brings silence to your fields. i am the gaze that follows the light of your hands. find me and i will believe in you. the places you travel are in me. let yourself heal. be the tens of thousands. in the trees of day you will find my grin and saunter slowly through the ambling thickets of your own imagination. let the st... read more spinning like a wren on silent sands till the whole world falls to fragility shatters with a single 'craw'... barfing crying howling cracking reality is whatever remains even after you stop believing in it? i never noticed how soft my own hands are. i might as well merge with gawd here. ----- The cup-shaped fruits which follow the hydrangea's showy blossoms look like little water pails. For this reason the shrub was named from the Greek words, hydor, meaning water, and angeion, meaning vessel. Is partnership our highest truth? Does God's Love suffice?
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